“Logan,” Diana said in an almost too cheerful tone.

He narrowed his eyes at her and she had a deer caught in headlights look.

“What is going on here?” he asked and when he saw the opened box he turned to me. “Who sent that?”

“You apparently,” I said in a whisper and he turned to me in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“I think we should take this to the other room,” Diana said with a quick look at ...